Chapter 560: Late Night Project

In the warm room, everyone took off their windbreakers and hung them behind the chairs, chatting while drinking.

Among them, the most leisurely person is Police Officer Wensley. He believes that the group of detectives in front of him can find out the truth, and he only needs to deploy the police force to cooperate.

Suddenly, Wensley thought of something, put down his glass, and said, "Mr. Holmes, can you lend me your phone?"

This is the task assigned by Duke to investigate a small newspaper, find those so-called key witnesses, and confirm the credibility of that newspaper.

Holmes pointed to the downstairs and said with a smile:

"Of course, in that cabin on the ground floor."

Not long after, there were only four people left in the large living room transformed into a laboratory.

"Let's continue talking about the case, Mr. Lu Li."

As he spoke, Holmes put down his wine glass and put on an air of listening attentively.

Just now, Lu Li analyzed this super-large serial murder case from a scientific point of view. Many of the statements were quite constructive and innovative, which made people feel refreshed.

"If the murderer is an ordinary person, these theories of mine can be used. After all, there is no gratuitous hatred. Starting from criminal psychology, collecting subtle evidence, and through investigation, it is not difficult to find out the truth, but..."

Just as he was about to kick the ball back, there was a sound of urgency.

"But the murderer is probably not an ordinary person. I am more inclined to Johnny the Justice's statement. East London has been targeted by pagans and has become a hunting ground."

Dr. Watson said in a calm tone, he knew that Lu Li and Duke had heard of this person, so they didn't go into too much detail, and went straight to the point, "No one would deliberately arrange more than forty corpses like that in order to vent their anger. "

"Maybe it's the artist's morbid aesthetics."

It's not that Duke is a stickler, he just proposed a possibility to make the discussion more rigorous.

At the same time, Holmes had already drunk his fourth cup, and he liked to gulp down the brandy. After swallowing the brandy, the famous detective replied:

"Yes, they may be artists, but artists can also be pagans. Their mental state is different from that of ordinary people, and they can often hear and think of some strange things."

"What exactly are they? Those unknown existences that lure people to depravity." Lu Li took a sip of the brandy, feeling the stimulation of the spicy liquid passing through his mouth. One thing to say, the wine provided by Mr. Detective is quite good.

"A group of things that don't have a view of good and evil and fall into a deep sleep. They don't have a fixed form." Dr. Watson seemed preoccupied, as if he was worried about something.

It is worth mentioning that he is still in giant form, which can not help but make people feel the persistence of the potion.

"Pagans glimpsed the evil god by accident, or heard his ravings, and then began to worship them crazily, regardless of whether they could get a response."

After finishing speaking, Holmes turned his attention to those strange collections. Most of them came from the hands of followers of evil gods. They contain unimaginable power, and at the same time, they can lure collectors into the abyss.

More than once, Holmes heard incomprehensible sentences in his sleep, which seemed to be believers praying, or it might be the unconscious snoring of evil gods:

Fhtagn! Ebumna Fhtagn! Hafh'drn wgah'n n'gha n'ghft!

The meaning is unknown, and it can't even be spelled out grammatically.

However, they did not have any effect on Holmes. As usual, he still likes to spend the whole day studying potions or the occult, and occasionally walks far away to see the slums. suffering.

As for lying on the sofa in the living room all day, doing nothing and motionless from morning to night, it is more of a routine habit.

Sometimes, Watson wondered if he possessed special skills to resist strange beings.

"Then where do you think we should start?"

On the side, Duke looked at Holmes with burning eyes. In an unfamiliar field, it is the smartest way to listen to the opinions of professionals.

"When the latest murder case occurs, we rush to the scene as soon as possible. The dozens of previous cases no longer have much reference value."

As soon as Holmes finished speaking, Officer Wensley came up after the phone call. Because Lu Li and the others did not deliberately hide the conversation, he heard a lot, and said helplessly:

"Because of the weather, it is difficult to preserve the body, so we can only take a hasty photo and record the scene in detail as much as possible."

Hearing this, Lu Li opened his pocket watch and checked the time, it was three fourteen in the morning.

He said in a deep voice, "I have a hunch that the murder has already happened."

"Everyone, if you can't sleep, would you mind going to see the night view of London together?"

After hearing this proposal, Holmes immediately agreed, and Duke did the same, not to mention Officer Wensley, even if the case was solved ten minutes earlier, the pressure on Scotland Yard would be much less.

Only Dr. Watson, he was particularly hesitant.

It's not that he's too sleepy, and it's not that he doesn't want to work overtime on rainy nights, but that it's really inconvenient for him to travel in his current state.

"When does the potion lose its effect?"

"I don't know. You have read that book too. There is no time limit written on it. It may take a few minutes, or it may take longer."

Holmes shook his head helplessly.

As it stands, Dr. Watson will probably stay to watch the house, unless he doesn't mind traveling in a sheet and only a pair of underpants.

Obviously, the doctor chose the latter, he was worried that going out like this would cause unnecessary panic.

In London, especially in the East End, there is no shortage of market for ghost theory.

Vampires hunting in dark corners, ghosts running through crossroads, burning ghosts jumping like kangaroos...

If Dr. Watson goes, there may be one more item among these strange stories:

A giant walking in a storm.

"I'm asking you to take care of it here, many collections are dangerous..."

Under Lu Li's watchful eyes, Holmes put on a peaked cap, and packed his smoking gear while talking.

Suddenly, a terrifying howl sounded in his ears.

Through the glass window, you can see three black hounds running wildly on the street, each chasing a figure.

Duke had a strange expression on his face. Those who were running away were the three younger brothers he had just recruited. They were in charge of following the most famous private detective in the Eastern District and borrowing some information by the way.

Could it be that this posture was discovered by the guard dog after stealing something?

"Is it over? Why don't you just kill the three beasts behind you?" Bai Yu was anxious.

The clay figurines are still angry, not to mention their performers.

Chasing them all the way from the Financial City was endless. If it wasn't for Lu Li's scruples, they would have already started. Of course, it would take some effort to kill the three hounds.

"Is this the Hound of Tindalos?"

By the window sill, Duke was uncertain.